Building a secret passage from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to the outside world was exactly the sort of thing the twin brothers would do.
Magic had always been a fascinating ability.
Even Anton had merely untangled a path of his own from the bewildering complexities of magic, but he knew it was not the only path.
Since magic was the power of the mind, the mind's desires would naturally drive magic to accomplish anything.
Yet no clear line of reasoning could tell Anton how any of this had come about.
But it had simply come about.
The Weasley twins, secret passages, magical items, and a wish to pay tribute to their predecessors—thus came the Space Transposer, and thus came this secret passage.
There seemed to be some unique connection underlying it all.
There was no strong causal relationship between these elements, yet they always felt so closely intertwined.
It reminded Anton of Ariana's death, and that intriguing spell the Divination professor Trelawney had cast in her office (chapter 840). It belonged to a realm of magic involving fate and the desires of the human heart.
It was just as captivating, and just as difficult to explain through Anton's understanding of magic.
Perhaps it was precisely that inexplicability, that mystery and strangeness, that made this magical power so strong.
Not every powerful spell had to produce dazzling, plasma-like light when cast.
The great sound is silent; the great form is formless.
How fascinating.
Entering the hole in the dirt on the second floor of the cabin woven from Elephant-Eating Vines led to a gentle downward slope. As they followed it in, they could clearly touch everything within this dirt tunnel.
Earthworms wriggled out of the soil, then burrowed back into it nearby.
The roots of some unknown plant had